Sometimes, the world really just is unfair. Superhumans existed. Nevaria, she wasn't one of them. She was one of many faces. With dying dreams, a husk in the making. As a child, like any other, she yearned to join the power struggle of Heroes against their evil counterparts. Yet sadly, even amongst the mundane, evil existed... and that very evil, stripped her of the small things that gave her hope... No Hero turned up to save her. In turn, in her despair, she would become the very thing that would bleed society. The same way, it... made her bleed herself...